This is a question I have asked myself over and over– “if I am a writer, why am I not writing?” I AM writing, or thinking about writing, or reading some deathless passages penned during my starry-eyed youth. Poetry, expounding on the various virtues and lack thereof possessed by certain passages of fancy…romantic interests with which my life had been wrecked by unrequited love, or … Continue reading So if you’re a Writer–why aren’t you writing?
[Day Eighteen: Writing 101, Hone Your Point of View The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come … Continue reading Spider to the Rescue!
[DAY NINE, Writing 101 prompt.] The day was warm and sunny, although the occasional breeze made the elderly woman glad that she had worn a light sweater over her faded bluejeans and tee shirt. She wore a straw sun hat, with a big sunflower design on it. She often sat in the park on nice days, watching squirrels, or kids, or people strolling along or … Continue reading The little red sweater…point of view
[Day 6, Characterization Exercise, WRITING 101.] Note: this person may be fictious. I was having some Mcnuggets and a chocolate shake, at a familiar fast-foods place where I had dined countless times before. It seemed odd that I had never before noticed the woman with the broom. Knocking over the shake was accidental, a careless flick of the hand. It made a “flup” sound as … Continue reading I recognized the blue, blue eyes in a stranger
[DAY 5 — entry for Writing 101] A note I found on a path in a crowded park, half buried in mud, almost invisible due to age. It doesn’t say much of anything, but it sends chills down my spine. The meaning is ambiguous. Suspicious person that I am, I decide that the best way to make the note known to its intended recipient–is to publish … Continue reading Ominous or obnoxious?
[WRITING 101–DAY FOUR: Something that I had once but lost.] We are back in the days of the sailing ships powered by great billowing canvas panels, dependent on wind power. I am not sure of the year, or even the type of sailing vessel. It may have been a great Clipper Ship, or a fast-treacherous slaver, or a grand warship complete with cannons. Maybe it was … Continue reading Not lost, not forgotten…just on another page.